After exchanging a few customary pleasantries,
Son Gohan waved goodbye to everyone
and returned to his own Future Timeline.
In truth, Son Gohan had not been away for long. He had simply been through so much that it felt as though he had not been home in ages.
Mount Paozu, Gohan's home.
Son Gohan appeared out of thin air with a whoosh.
Goku had wandered off somewhere again and was not home.
Son Goten, now in his early teens, and Son Wu were grunting as they trained in the backyard. Before long, the thuds of colliding fists rang out.
The two boys had actually started fighting in the backyard.
In an instant, the wind from their punches surged, and the ground shook.
Son Gohan walked into the backyard and called out in exasperation, "Are you two trying to tear the house down while I'm away?"
"Ah! Daddy's back!" Pan was the first to come darting out.
Hearing Son Gohan's voice, Goten and Son Wu immediately stopped fighting and rushed to his side like a gust of wind.
Goten was now eleven.
Son Wu and Pan had both turned ten.
Son Goten was a miniature version of his father, Goku. They really had come from the same mold-the resemblance was unmistakable.
Pan and Son Wu, meanwhile, had perfectly inherited Son Gohan's and Videl's genes. The girl was delicate and adorable, while the boy was handsome with a hint of coolness. Their features were remarkably similar.
All three still looked like little children, however, and had yet to grow taller.
That was completely different from how he had been at their age.
Son Gohan vaguely remembered already being over a meter and a half tall when he was ten.
Yet these three little ones were still barely over a meter tall,